Stealing other people's magic power has always been Silas's specialty.
Whether it's a person's magic power or the magic power hidden in magic items, he can steal it.
Some of this stolen magic power is docile, some are violent, but before trying to steal the magic power in this great sword, Silas encountered the worst situation, which was that the stolen magic power would get out of control.
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Therefore, in the unfavorable situation of fighting this big man, Silas decisively chose to wrap the opponent's sword with a chain of forbidden magic stone, and then absorbed the magic power from the sword without hesitation - he had once been in the forbidden magic stone.
In prison, he saw the girl who inspired him a lot use similar magic power. He believed that this power could help him make a comeback from a desperate situation!
Silas succeeded. He successfully connected the sword and the source of the dazzling magic power. Then, before he could control the power, an indescribable and heart-wrenching coldness spread.
Come on.
Before this, Silas had encountered stolen magic power that went out of control.
But before this, he had never encountered such a serious loss of control of magic power!
Not to mention controlling this wonderful power, Silas's arms lost consciousness at the moment of contact.
Then, as the magic flowed, his body began to stiffen inch by inch. Even though he tried his best to fight against this terrible cold, Silas was still frozen from the inside out in an instant.
With a bang, he fell straight down on his back, lying stiffly in the snow, motionless.
Brocvall glanced blankly at Silas, who fell down as if he had been struck by porcelain. His small eyes were filled with great doubts.
He didn't know what was going on with this warm-blooded man - in his opinion, Silas was a "weak but courageous" opponent. After all, not everyone had it even in Freljord.
The courage to face yourself.
Originally, he wanted to give this warm-blooded man who had offended the old god a happy glory. After defeating him head-on, he used his Zhenbing weapon to execute him. However, the other party suddenly threw out the chain on his wrist and entangled him.
After using his Zhen Bing one-handed sword, he suddenly fell down...
What is going on?
After blinking, Brokvall suddenly felt a little familiar.
Why does the situation of Silas falling down in front of him look a bit like those who have not awakened the ice bloodline but insist on using the ultimate ice weapon?
Look at the frost covering his body. This is clearly what he looked like after he accidentally came into contact with Zhen Bing and was stung by the severe cold!
Brokvall grinned, simply raised the one-handed sword, and cast his gaze on the Zhenbing embedded in the hilt of the sword - and then, he dullly discovered that the piece of Zhenbing that he was so familiar with could not be more familiar.
The time seemed to have lost all its magic power and completely dimmed!
He blinked his eyes in disbelief, and the big man was completely stunned.
How is this possible!
The shock spread and soon turned into endless anger.
Brokvall, who originally wanted to give the warm-blooded man in front of him a decent warrior to deal with, now just wanted to tear the opponent into pieces and crush him. For him, ten thousand warm-blooded men of unknown origin,
Not as good as my beloved Dongtan!
However, before he could make a killing move, Shaman Solva, who had been lying on the ground, stood up at some point.
"Stop!" Solva's voice seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hells, "This is God's will."
Brokvall stopped as if on conditioned reflex, but after a moment, his anger rose again - his most cherished weapon became dimmed because of this despicable warm-blooded man. Even if he is as pious as he is, he can't bear it.
He couldn't help but glare at Solva.
However, Solva seemed not to see his gaze, lowering his head and looking at his hands.
Just now, when Silas chose to steal the power of Perfect Ice, the shaman felt the return of divine power - and then, she quickly understood the trick of this warm-blooded man.
Although he doesn't know how, he seems to be able to steal the powers of others, even those granted to priests by the Old Gods.
However, even though she knew exactly what was going on, the aftermath of the disaster, which seemed to be fished out of a deep lake, still made her unable to help speaking, and stopped Brokvall to prevent his furious execution.
At this moment, thoughts flashed through her mind like lightning.
Vaguely, the god's will suddenly became clear.
"Pull him up." She ignored Brokvall's uncontrollable anger and said coldly, "This is your trial."
Brokvall gritted his teeth, grabbed Silas' stiff arm, and pulled hard as if to remove it.
Then, just when he touched each other's arm, Solva and Silas showed a subtle smile almost at the same time.
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The icy coldness flowed through his body, and Silas seemed to have returned to the barn that year and met the little girl who was extremely talented but could only be imprisoned in a no-man's land.
Silas really wanted to save her at the beginning, but unfortunately, when he touched the other party's body, the violent magic destroyed everything in the surge - and Silas also learned from a "search"
"Collaborator of the Devil" and turned into a "shameful murderer".
However, considering that at this time, Silas's control over magic power was no longer what it used to be under Ino's inspiration, the magic power contained in that weapon was probably far more amazing than that of a magic genius.
It is even possible that what is contained therein is the greatest secret power of the Freljordians.
If it were in the past, Silas would have been ecstatic after getting this news because he had found a way to fight against the Demacia nobles. But at this time, this terrible power was eroding his body, seeming to destroy him.
His body completely turned into cold death - in this case, Silas could only face the cold erosion with all his strength.
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Silas's body could not move, and his consciousness was blurring bit by bit. A dream that traveled through time and space seemed to wrap him up completely.
Under this situation, he could only think hard, think with all his strength, and think of any possible solution.
Perhaps, instead of stealing the power of this weapon, I should choose to steal the power of that big guy - this barbarian from Freljord, who seems to contain some kind of power that can suppress the cold and control the cold!
Unfortunately, Silas, who was lying frozen on the ground, had no chance. His body was motionless and could not touch the big man who was gradually turning violent.
At this moment, the woman whose power he had just stolen stood up. She seemed to say something to the big man, so the big man reluctantly grabbed her arm and pulled her.
Got up.
Although his arm was in severe pain, Silas's heart was filled with joy - without any hesitation, he activated his talent again.
A strange power poured into Silas' body from the palm of his hand.
The power of perfect ice that was eroding his body one moment and sinking him into an eternal dream, was like a docile servant in the next moment, and was easily gathered in the palm of his hand according to Silas's will.
The powerful power extracted from Zhenbing connected with this wonderful power that seemed to come from the blood, creating an intoxicating combination like a resonance. Silas resisted the urge to laugh and used this power without any trace.
He poured out towards the open space in front of him without any scruples.
A jungle of ice thorns that was as violent as the strangled plants in the jungle of Ixtal grew up in front of everyone. The high-purity ice was decomposed by Silas's talent, and became a huge ice thorn jungle that was enough to create a jungle of ice thorns.
The magic power temporarily changes the terrain within a hundred meters radius.
Facing such astonishing magic, the raiders of Winter's Claw fell into a brief pause of thought.
They couldn't understand why a warm-blooded man who didn't seem to have even the slightest understanding of the Freljord would use Freljord's spells, and such pure Freljord spells.
Everyone looked at Silas, staring at his head, as if hoping to see his black hair turn silvery white at a speed visible to the naked eye - which meant that he had activated the ice in his body.
Bloodline.
However, the reality disappointed everyone.
Silas's hair is still pure black, without even the slightest change. He doesn't seem to be of ice blood at all!
But if it’s not the Ice Bloodline, why can you break free from Zhen Bing’s death dream, and why can you use the magic of the Hangbing Bloodline?
For a moment, many people's eyes fell on Solva - she was the one who stopped Brokvall just now. It seems that she has her own understanding of this warm-blooded man?
The corners of Solva's mouth twitched slightly. She seemed very happy and seemed to enjoy the gaze. Everyone only heard her yell, but they didn't know what she yelled.
It seems...she can speak the language of this warm-blooded person?
A kind of uneasiness lingered around Fleina, and the mother of scars suddenly felt that things seemed completely beyond her control.
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The shaman and the warm-blooded man talked for a while, and Fleina just kept staring at them, gritting her teeth and staring intently.
"What did the warm-blooded man say?" Seeing that their conversation seemed to have come to an end, Fleina couldn't wait to ask, "Don't hide it, tell me everything!"
"He said we have a common enemy," Solva said with a smile. "He said... we can help each other."
This answer surprised Fleina. She frowned and narrowed her one eye slightly.
"Common enemy...Avarosa?"
"No, it's Demacia." Solva shook his head, "The other side of the Dragon Backbone Mountains."
"Is this a traitor who betrayed the tribe?" Fleina snorted, "Traitors cannot be trusted."
"He said he knew a passage to his hometown, a passage that could bypass the defense line." Solva continued, "He said it was very fertile, with spring all year round, no snow all year round, and milk and honey flowing.
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This description made the warriors of Winter's Claw beam with joy, and even Freyna's eyes shone with light - for a raider, there is nothing more exciting than discovering a rich prey!
However, Fleina, who has experienced many battles, is not an idiot.
"How do we know...he doesn't want to lead us into a trap?" Fleina's one eye was still narrowed, "It's a very tempting idea, but good hunters on the ice sheet all know that the more tempting something is, the more likely it is to
It may be a fatal trap - even sea worms living in the ice sea know how to use the remaining flesh and blood to seduce greedy travelers."
Thorva wanted to say that the old gods guided her to find him, but considering Fleina's attitude towards the old gods, she decided to change her explanation.
"He said he saw the oracle." Thorva spoke, and began to carefully weave lies. "While frozen by the power of the Perfect Ice, he saw a dream about the three sisters of the Freljord—
—The three sisters redeemed him and gave him the power to control Zhen Bing."
Fleina was doubtful.
But when he saw his baby Dong Tan and Zhen Bing shining again, Brocvall was overjoyed.
"Three sisters!" the big man exclaimed in surprise, "He knows Avarosa, Serelda and Lissandra!"
The warriors of Winter's Claw started talking a lot after hearing this.
Many people subconsciously grabbed all kinds of strange talismans of their own and began to pray "with Freljord characteristics".
To most warriors of Winter's Claw (except for superstitious ones like Brocvar), the Old Gods are nothing more than "believable" respect.
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The three sisters are legends, the greatest and most respected warriors of the Freljord - in ancient songs, they are ancient heroes from far away!
They are the pride of this frozen land and the chosen ones of this land. To this day, most tribes in the entire Freljord claim that they are descendants of the three sisters.
And, don’t forget, the three sisters are the original ice descendants, the ones who passed down the ice bloodline!
If it is the enlightenment of the three sisters... it can indeed give a warm-blooded person the power to control Zhenbing!
Fleina was still hesitating.
But the cheers led by Brokvall had spread to other warriors.
In this case, Fleina's attitude is actually not important anymore.
Fleina is not a war mother. Although she is popular among the people, she does not always stick to her words - everyone will support her command in the battle, but as for the direction of the robbery, this is not something Fleina can decide with just one word.
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Solva knew very well that as long as the three sisters were mentioned, the warriors of the Ice Bloodline would feel awe and faith. They knew how precious and powerful this power was, so they always had a personal feeling towards the source of this power.
Imaginary respect.
And this is exactly what Solva wants to take advantage of.
Thorva knew very well that the Demacian had some means of stealing power. He first stole the gift given to him by the old gods, and then recklessly stole the power of Zhenbing. He almost froze to death, and finally died in his own body.
With his help, he stole the power of Brockvar's ice bloodline.
Moreover, this guy seemed to be able to only maintain one kind of power at a time, so when he stole the power of Perfect Ice, his power was returned and he recovered from the state of being about to freeze to death.
This is what Thorva relies on to cooperate with him - he is indeed full of hatred for his hometown, and he indeed hopes that the Winter's Claw will go south to plunder. This is one of the foundations of cooperation between the two parties.
"He must prove that he is worthy of our trust." Just when Solva was feeling happy, Fleina muttered, "He wants to rob with us and deal with the Avarosa people together."
Solva nodded.
"If he plays well and gets credit, then maybe we can listen to his advice - let him talk about these secret roads to Demacia," Fleina continued, "and if something goes wrong
